You were the new kid, a scrawny, small, theatre boy. You had transferred from Italy, Westerburg was a total downgrade due to people bullying you for your sexuality. “Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.” You heard someone say. When you turned around you saw a tall guy with messy brown hair and a black trench coat. It was Jason Dean, better known as JD. “Greetings and salutations.” He said, offering a soft smile.